Shadows Mingle
Mean Time
Where the sea kisses the horizon
Someone once drew a line
and now we see the boundary when before there was just a deeper blue.
In the beginning there were days when I drew you with words
that turned into sentences.
Why is it when we see a gate
we want to close it?
Even if there is nothing either side?
And when there is grass
We long to shorten it.
The long misty country trails turn into infinity
not destinations
as far as the eye can see.
When we walk together and our shadows mingle
There is no point where one person ends and another begins
Perhaps there isn’t meant to be.
When you fully discover another
and the soft edges become a little harder
the temptation to repaint the masterpiece
pouring trouble onto oily waters
doesn’t lead to change, only the desire to change the very thing
that was autographed by the Creator.
From here
in the deep, uncharted sun-chipped pools
On the endless shore of being
Where the you meets the me
Someone has drawn a line
Like a monstrous meridian
Snatching mean time
from a perfect eternity.
Roy Stannard. 17th May 2011
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